Highlight of the Evening

Meet the friendly neighbourhood butterfly.

All your scribbled lovedreams, are lost or thrown away,
Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day
Our love needs a transfusion so let's shoot it full of wine
Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin'in your line.

Sting and Robert Downey Jr - Driven to Tears (HQ)

Message Received.

Necesito más ángeles a mi alrededor.

Fact Vs. Fiction; From Iain Banks’ Last Interview

Go Ask Alice, I Think She’ll Know.

Of Squirrels, School & Now.

I woke up the other day and said the words I thought I’d never hear myself say, the one I’d call people mad when they tell me that one day I’ll say it and I actually meant it. I woke up the other day and said: ‘I miss school.’

Life was simple back then. I didn’t like it, I still don’t. Time hasn’t sufficiently warped my memory for me to like that loathsome bubble, but in comparison to what I’m expected to handle day in and day out as another digit shuffles and flaps me on the ass, man it was simple back then. They didn’t leave much room for unpredictability. My uncle used to say I’ll miss school because when I grow up I’ll know that school was the only place where I’d know I’ll get what I worked for, the only place where the outcome and the process that leads to the outcome are clear as daylight, and sure as clockwork. He said it didn’t work that way in real life, and I sniggered. No one’s laughing now, and I’m 20; I’m just getting warmed up.

I made another discovery of my own along the way. I realized how stupid and dangerous it is to trust anyone with anything but 'now', or even count them in, for you can hardly trust yourself with more than 'now', let alone ‘now’. If you lose sight of ‘now’ and think of near or far future, alternate situations and delve into the past for reference, then you're fucked. If you find that you've started putting into calculation anything other than 'now', that's a sure sign that you'll be, and are, fucked. The reason is very simple, bargaining with more than ‘now’ means you have to stop, and in order to stop you have to entrust yourself with other people, and people are shit, just as you are, because you’re people too. So you should know how to handle your shit before you count other people in, and in both cases the one time variable should be a constant, and the constant is ‘now.’ That’s also why when you find that your automatic response is not strictly ‘now’, you oughta start looking for holes on the deck and I guarantee you, you’ll find plenty more than your Q-tips can fix; some will be big enough to fit a poodle.

But that’s okay, because this is not the first, nor will it be the last time, you lose yourself and somehow find it again. That, you can depend on. That, you can also learn to enjoy. Did you know that millions of trees in the world are accidentally planted by squirrels who bury nuts..then forget where they hid them? That’s one of the many quirky ways life balances out its own shortcomings. Have you ever seen a squirrel take itself seriously? It survives all the same, and has more fun with your garbage than you had with it before it even became garbage.

Because after all, it is worth remembering that we're all drunkenly groping for happiness in the dark and it often turns out to be an unwilling stranger's boob.

Not all those who wander are lost.

And Another Thing.

If a year of continuous disappointments led to the biggest rally in the history of mankind, what would its potential failure/futility lead to?

If an unstoppable force hits an immovable object, what would happen?

June 30th, 2013

Sing It!

I like big books and I cannot lie!

You other readers can’t deny

When a book walks in with a good plot base

and a big spine in your face you get sprung!

Wanna pull out your pens

‘cause you noticed that book was dense

Reading, half-rims I’m wearing

I’m hooked and I ain’t caring

Oh baby I want an e-reader

and a meaningful meter!

My teachers tried to train me

That book you got makes me so brainy!

 

Epilogue.

Q.E.D

When life gets too confusing, drop it and read a book.

Answers never come, until one day you wake up and you realize you already have them, and you’ve had them all along, you just hadn’t matured enough to synchronize it with a suitable trigger.

Although, realizations come in gold nuggets, ones that are even more valuable than their Marvel’s Avenger Alliance’s counterparts. Those realizations will only make sense to you, and you’ll appreciate them all the more for it.

Like for instance, when Carl Sagan said that if you wanted to make an apple pie from scratch you had to recreate the universe, he was probably talking about how our grandmas are demigods.

Or perhaps how being the hand of karma is sometimes worse than being the cheek.

Or maybe how the same reason why you’re phone’s been on silent for over 4 months without you noticing is the symptom, not the cause.

Or how you may be Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter simultaneously, when all that time you thought you were Alana Bloom.

Or how you probably shouldn’t have stopped reading Storm of Swords in the first place, as opposed to how you probably shouldn’t have started A Song of Ice and Fire in the first place, a lengthy discourse that your vapid eyes aren’t worth beholding.

Or why you should’ve just shut up, because that’s the best advice you can give anyone at any given time or place, a good old ‘just shut up’ would solve all of life’s problems, because some parts of your life aren’t meant for other people’s consciousness, and trespassing on that would be problematic to the cosmic order, and cosmic order applies to your molecules as well as the universe’s, and you don’t wanna mess with that.

Or perhaps that the reason you couldn’t solve a problem is because a problem doesn’t exist, the same reason a body can reject an implant that’s installed for its survival just because it’s an alien object behind enemy lines, whose affiliation is seemingly irrelevant as opposed to its tactical strategy for automatically handling that situation. A situation that may not be a situation in the first place.

Or maybe how bodies, souls and minds are not supposed to align after all, and that’s what makes life worth living.

Or how dichotomies are always a bad idea, not just in political discourse.

And so much more, but sharing them would ruin them, because they’re mine and mine alone. I’d forgotten that most things are meant to be that way, and breaking that rule would be abdicating a right.

I can sleep now.

Lost & Found

‘Who am I?’

'You're Rory'

'As in the you're the little sheep whose best friend is an abusive cow and doesn't know anything about life except that it's around the area where there's enough clover, your Jedi is an over aged goat who's angry at life for no apparent reason and you meditate by watching your fellow pig eat?'

'Nah, more like you're the closest thing to a cartoon character who's exceptionally radiant on their own, yet who's cynical attachment to life is through the potential anger and irony of the seemingly tough, yet harmless, people you're surrounded by.'

"I can understand that people want to feel special and important and so on, but that self-obsession seems a bit pathetic somehow. Not being able to accept that you're just this collection of cells, intelligent to whatever degree, capable of feeling emotion to whatever degree, for a limited amount of time and so on, on this tiny little rock orbiting this not particularly important sun in one of just 400m galaxies, and whatever other levels of reality there might be via something like brane-theory [of multiple dimensions] … really, it's not about you. It's what religion does with this drive for acknowledgement of self-importance that really gets up my nose. 'Yeah, yeah, your individual consciousness is so important to the universe that it must be preserved at all costs' – oh, please. Do try to get a grip of something other than your self-obsession. How Californian. The idea that at all costs, no matter what, it always has to be all about you. Well, I think not."

- Iain M Banks, quoted from his final interview.

Iain M Banks Died, June 9th 2013

I just found out that Iain M Banks passed away on the 9th of June, 2013, about 2 minutes after I found out he had been diagnosed with terminal gallbladder cancer. What’s more, I found out about his death through an irrelevant blogpost that held wrong information about his cancer, as well as how he took it, blotching in some vapid sob story about how he’d decided to give up writing to spend his last days with friends, family and a new girl when he’d actually packed up for a busy summer with another culture novel in store that never made it to our dimension, and a late romantic proposal to a coworker asking her to be his widow.

I don’t know what’s more infuriating; how this never got enough exposure and the world didn’t skip a turn or how people didn’t honor him enough to properly publicize for his death, so much that I had to find out about it by sheer accident. Or perhaps it’s reading his last interview (read here) and seeing how much potential he had in store or how he took it.

It’s all so infuriating.

The world lost a genius, for god’s sake, acknowledge it! It’s disturbing, how someone like him could just leave our world unnoticed, and not be nearly appreciated enough for all of his pent up, as well as produced, works.

I am too pissed to properly express myself.

Happy Hugh Dancy Day!

Just look at that smile, look at it <3

June 19th is Hugh Dancy’s birthday, which means that today is going to be a great day. If one June 19th produced such gorgeousness then its progeny will have huge shoes to fill. If your great grandpa took part in producing such work of art,  then it logically follows that you’d spend your whole life trying to do something as wonderful. Nothing bad can ever happen on a June 19th.

My Spirit Animal.

P.S. I’m allergic to cats.

P.P.S. Judging my luck, it would make sense that my spirit animal is a cat.

P.P.P.S. It would make more sense if it were grumpy cat because it will try to kill me and like it.